I collapsed onto her.We lay there in each others arms for minutes, not even moving except for when my softening cock slid out of her drenched cunt and...flopped onto her thigh. We just stared at each other and breathed...words would have been useless. Finally, she kissed me softly. As I kissed her back, my cock began to stir again. I couldn't believe it, nor could she when she felt it on her thigh. Again, without a word, she got on top of me and slid me inside her. Gently, she rocked back. Their tongues begin to touch and twist about. She feels vulnerable, but the desire to give herself to the master makes everything feel so special. She had trusted the book, she had trusted in the Big Black and she trusted the master. She doesn’t see any sense not to continue that trust.Tumbling away on the small, circular platform elevator, Kamari position’s herself on her hands and knees. The master centers herself behind the young woman. Soon her hand begin to move, gliding across Kamari’s. "Anything else you want to tell me?" Well we are all naturists and Cyn developed a liking for weed later in life".Cynthia decided she had gone mad and had lost any sense she ever had, but she was here now and had to get on with it. "So what now?"Robert offered to show her around the house and estate and Cynthia felt a bit of fresh air would help. The three of them climbed on board a golf buggy and Robert drove them down to the cliffs, he pointed out that the estate had its own wharf so if. Some were blatantly staring, and some where just glancing over occasionally. I slowly put my self away, and pulled her skirt down. I had decided that maybe we had become too popular in that bar, so we left and went to a different bar up the street. One of the advantages to living in a borderline college town is that there are whole streets of just bars. On the way to the second bar, I told my wife to let her skirt ride up just a little too high. Walking into the second bar, there were booths.